“Is that the full question?” the regent asked.
“Yes, sire.”
The regent signaled to a man, who overturned a large hourglass.
“Come now, lordling,” Copernum condescended. “Tell me you are merely jesting, that you do not insult the renown of Roosevelt High School with inane questions such as this. Will the following question investigate my hat size? The answer is no mystery. Bridonus Keplin Dunscrip Garonicum the Ninth.”
The regent looked to Jason.
“Wait, the loremaster?” Jason asked. “At the Repository of Learning?”
Copernum’s gaze became predatory. For an instant hate flickered in his eyes. Then his expression relaxed. “Perhaps. His name is as I stated.”
“Any rebuttal?” the regent asked.
“I have nothing to add,” Jason stated.
“Copernum takes the first question,” the regent declared.
The assemblage applauded.
“Apparently, you do not fully comprehend the situation into which you have ensnarled yourself,” Copernum said. “Because of your youth, and your newness to Trensicourt, I extend the opportunity to withdraw. I am under no demands to extend such a courtesy, but you may do so if you wish. What say you?”
Jason stood frozen. After the message from Rachel he worried that if he stepped down, Copernum would arrest him or something. He had to see this through.
“That was my remedial question,” Jason said.
The crowd laughed. Even the regent had to place his hand over his mouth before ordering the room to silence.
“Your second question,” the regent prompted.
Jason glanced down at the note from Rachel.
Question two is the awesome one I came up with. Ask Copernum about the words above the inside of the lorevault. He should have no idea this is connected to the Word, and no reason to withhold an honest answer.
Grinning, Jason cleared his throat. “Inside the lorevault there is an inscription above the door. From left to right what is written there?”
“Is that the complete question?” the regent asked.
“Yes.”
The regent waved a hand, and a second hourglass was overturned.
Chancellor Copernum fixed Jason with a grim stare. All condescension had departed. He seemed both suspicious and wary. The searching gaze continued for a long moment. Jason tried to keep his expression neutral.
“This is a peculiar inquiry, lordling,” the chancellor finally said. “I will grant you that much. Are you suggesting you have been inside the lorevault?”
Sudden panic gripped Jason. If Copernum suspected Jason could not answer the question himself, he might refrain from responding, or give a false answer.
“My father disgraced us, but I come from an ancient family,” Jason said simply.
Speculative murmurs rippled through the room. Scowling thoughtfully, Copernum turned to the regent. “Should I respond to this question in private?”
“I see no harm in responding here. Those words are not specifically secret.”
“Very well,” Copernum said. “The words are ‘Elum Bek Nori Fex Fera Sut Copis Hostrum.’”
“How did you pronounce the fourth word?” Jason asked.
“Fex.”
“And the seventh?”
“Copis,” Copernum said impatiently.
Fex, Jason thought. Fex. Fex. Fex.
“Lord Jason?” the regent asked.
“I have nothing to add,” Jason said, mind whirling.
“The second question also goes to Chancellor Copernum,” the regent proclaimed.
Applause followed. Copernum smiled smugly.
“Enjoy your moment of notoriety, lordling,” Copernum said. “Unless your third question is considerably less sophomoric than the first two, this will be the final time you stand inside this castle.”
“Your final question, Lord Jason,” the regent said.
Jason felt a compulsion to ask, How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? He resisted and looked down at his paper.
Question three is your chance to use the best of what you prepared. Hopefully, question two made winning less urgent!
Jason sucked in his breath through his teeth. After reading the first two questions he had not expected to have to supply one of his own. His mind raced. Probably the best question he had come up with was an odd piece of trivia he had discussed one day with a kid named Steve Vaughn in his English class. The six letters in Steve’s last name had inspired the conversation.
“What is the longest one-syllable word you can think of?” Jason asked Copernum.
“Is that the entire question?” the regent confirmed.
“It is.”
A third hourglass was overturned.
“Point of clarification,” Copernum said, brow creased. “Are you asking me to name the monosyllabic word containing the most letters?”
“I’ll allow the inquiry,” the regent said.
“I am,” said Jason.
The chancellor stroked his chin, squinting up at the ceiling, as if lost in profound calculations. He folded and unfolded his arms. He rubbed his brow.
Jason crossed his toes for luck. It appeared the chancellor had never considered this question, which meant he had a chance. Ever since the conversation with Steve, Jason had noticed whenever he came across a long one-syllable word. The word he had in mind, if not the longest, was pretty close.
The chancellor stared darkly at the floor. Then he looked up, leering.
“I have your answer. How dare you pose such an absurd riddle? The longest monosyllabic word I can think of is thoughts. Eight letters.”
All eyes shifted to Jason. He straightened. “Apparently, Chancellor, one-syllable words are not one of your strengths. Nine letters.”
Copernum paled. He looked to the regent. “But . . . but he said the longest word I could think of. At the time the longest word I could think of was ‘thoughts.’ And the question functions like a riddle—one thinks thoughts.”
Dolan shook his head. “You clarified that he was asking for the monosyllabic word with the most letters. There can be no debate. Lord Jason of Caberton has supplied the superior answer. Effective immediately he is the new chancellor.”
The crowd roared. Jason smiled in shock, holding back tears of relief. Had he actually won? Was that possible?
The regent arose and retrieved the silver mantle from Copernum’s shoulders and a ring from his right hand. The room only half quieted for his remarks. “Thank you, honored Copernum, Marquess of Jansington. Our kingdom will always be grateful for your years of venerable service. You are hereby honorably relieved of the office of chancellor.” Copernum stood rigid with stunned disbelief. The throng applauded. There were a few catcalls.